Turkey, and old friends

My family and I had 10 days in Hisarönü, near Fethiye where I used to live in the early 90s. The resort itself was as I remembered it: a depressing mass of restaurants offering “full English breakfasts with real pork sausage!” but the hotel had a swimming pool, the mountains gave some cooling breeze, and it was easy to get to Fethiye, Ölüdeniz or the melancholy beauty of the deserted Greek village, Kayaköy.

I tracked down my old friend Asiye, who taught me lots of Turkish in 1993, and who I hadn’t seen since the year 2000 when we bumped into each other, utterly by chance, in the street in Bangkok. (Her Fethiye clothing shop, Şaman, has the strapline “there are no coincidences”.)

I think we can safely say that in 17 years neither Asiye nor I have changed one jot. Then:

Asiye and me, on the beach at night, Fethiye, Turkey 1994

Now:

Asiye, Şaman shop, Paspatur, Fethiye

And I’m delighted that there was no reason for my earlier holiday trepidation.

5 Responses to “ Turkey, and old friends ”

Comment by Matt Machell

Heh, we stayed in Hisarönü when we went to Turkey in… 94 I think. I remember catching the packed little Dolmush down to Ölüdeniz, and eating rather too many stuffed vine leaves.

Comment by Deanna

Hi, I have been trying to reach the owner of this fantastic store, as I would like to import her jewellery designs to Canada–and in particular to my store. can you tell me how I can get in touch with her?